calm · analytical · manipulative · cold · cruel · psychological thriller · russian literature · strategic · dark romance
The blade sinks deep. He strikes without hesitation, driven by the rumor of your betrayal. Once, he knew your tea order; now, he knows only your lie. You tore the report, chose him, but he never knew. Blood pools on the floor as he wipes his knife, eyes cold, smile faint. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, voice soft yet commanding. “Don’t worry, you. It will hurt even more when you crawl back to the ADA.”